The Dark Side

In the sun-dappled kitchen, Daddy Race Jensen pins his boy Derek Cameron against the sturdy oak table. Race's strong hands grip Derek's hips, lifting him effortlessly onto the cool surface. Derek's legs wrap around Race's waist, pulling him closer, as Race thrusts deep and relentless. Their bodies slap together in a heated rhythm—short, sharp grunts escaping Derek's lips with each powerful drive. Race leans in, capturing Derek's mouth in a bruising kiss, tasting the desperation there. He fucks harder now, the table creaking under their weight, Derek's back arching as pleasure coils tight in his core. Sweat slicks their skin, and Race's breath grows ragged. With a final, guttural groan, he pulls out, stroking himself furiously. Hot ropes of cum splash across Derek's eager face—his cheeks, his open mouth—feeding his boy the thick, salty breakfast he craves.